My Exhibitionist Mom- Book Seven
Copyright© 2025 by Jill Jacobson
Chapter 3: The Bathtub, Part I
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Bathtub, Part I - Hi, and welcome to the continuing adventures of Amie, the Exhibitionist Mom, her Daughter Jill, and all their friends! Jill's friend Rhonda from down the street is back, and they meet a very friendly dog named Jack; so is Gretchen Schroeder, the frisky gym teacher; Amanda, who doesn't stop masturbating even when her Mom stays over; and other saucy characters. All ten "My Exhibitionist Mom," books by Jill Jacobson are available at Zbookstore.com. ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED AS OVER 18
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Fa ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Sister Daughter Niece Aunt Grand Parent BDSM Humiliation Spanking Group Sex White Female Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Lactation Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Hairy Public Sex Small Breasts Teacher/Student Nudism
There’s this big copper bathtub in the girls’ locker room that was put there a million years ago, I don’t know by whom. You can’t fill it up all the way, so what is it even for? I’ve never seen anyone in it because the water would only get up to your belly button; there’s a drain above that. I mentioned it to my Mom once and asked her if it was there when she was going to school.
She chuckled, “Oh yeah. OH yeah, it was there, all right. It was supposed to be used as an ice bath, that was the latest thing back then. The gym teachers were always trying to get us to use it as a therapeutic device, after injuries or to ward them off. I don’t know if you’ve ever had an ice bath but it’s horrible.”
I said, “How couuld it be anything BUT! Did you ever use it?”
“Hmmmm. Yes I did. I sure did.”
“Mom, is there a story in there waiting to come out? If there is I wish you’d help it along! I see it there every day and I’ve always wondered if anything good could come out of it!”
“Well, I guess the answer to that would be ‘yes.’”
“Do go on...”
“Well, before your day there was a gym teacher, and her name was Mrs. Hynde, I kid you not. Even though she was older, maybe in her fifties, she was actually quite beautiful. She had shoulder-length curly blonde hair, big eyes, a big nose and a gorgeous smile. I’m telling you she could melt ice baths with that smile.”
“I think there’s a picture of her in the gym, and she was very pretty.”
“I used to come into the locker room late because I had soccer practice and I had to wait for Mom anyway, so I took a long shower to use up the time until she came. None of the other girls on the team stayed, their Moms were either there already or they took the bus. Mrs. Hynde was usually there, too, I guess she had work to do, or whatever.”
“So it was just you two?”
“Yup. She would say hi to me, not pay me much attention, and go back to her paperwork. At some point she would usually announce that she was going to take a shower ‘like she always does,’ and not to be frightened of an ‘older nude lady!’ I would titter and say it took a lot to frighten me! But really, I would watch her as much as I could get away with. She was even more beautiful with her clothes off.”
“You watched her take a shower? MOM!”
“Well, I didn’t stare at her or anything, it’s just that she was so mature. And I had never seen anyone who looked like her with her clothes off.”
“But what does any of that have to do with the big tub?”
“Hmmmm. I think I should probably end this story right there. I have some things to do, and I’m going to run to the store. Can you-”
“MOMMMMMMM! You’re not going anywhere until you finish the story! You can’t leave me hanging!”
“Well, one time I got a little frisky, because I knew Mom was going to be late, and I really had quite a crush on Mrs. Hynde. I asked her if I could try out that tub instead of a shower. She said, oh, do you want to try an ice bath? And I said, no, I want a bubble bath! She said, well it doesn’t make any bubbles, and I said I brought them with me! I got them from my Mom’s bathroom!”
“Ha, ha, ha! Mom, you are something else! Did she let you take the bubble bath?”
“Yes, she did, I asked her to help me while she was still nude from her own shower. And I took all my clothes off, too.”
“Mom, you naughty thing, you!”
“Oh, Jill, it was all quite innocent, there isn’t much of a story. She helped me put the water in, which was nice and hot, and helped me with the bubbles. But when was in, I could see that the water drained right above my belly. I told her I was disappointed that it didn’t go all the way up. I was left with my top half exposed.”
“Was that embarrassing to you?”